Adagio

Is this the same house?

Outside the window,

The same trees?

I walk the path with the same feet,

But no, it’s not quite the same beat.

The gallop of youth mellows

Into a new tempo,

The pitch drops,

The melody descends, and

Passionate, towering themes

Fall like dry autumn leaves.

The relentless flow of Time

Cuts deep canyons in the

Landscape of Life, and

Each new day carves 

More wrinkled lines

With a blunt knife.

Beneath the skin, red rivers run,

Each blood cell a boulder,

Like Sisyphus, the heart gives

One more push, one more,

Now wise, now humble,

One more, one more

Before the tumble. 

Reviews

[Lorry]

My new tempo is to keep feet on floor at all times and hope my youthful clumsiness of ending up arse over tit has been consigned to the history books.
Wearing my pillows on my feet help too, which are otherwise known as skechers, as i wonder where they have been all my life.
It might take me twice as long on my usual walk, but it helps if you call it your chill time instead of exercise! 😀

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am getting used to my new tempo...much slower than it used to be...but I am glad to have any tempo at all.
This poem reminded me of my heart surgery and how grateful I am to have "one more push"---